"Do you want me to go even further?"
In order to leave the Chore Department, Wang Lin was ready to go all out. He wanted to see where the limits of these Martial Uncles were!
In private, in the hearts of the Honorary Disciples, Wang Lin, in addition to trash and shameless, also had the nickname "Black-Hearted King"!
Compared to the youth named Liu's nickname "Weasel", it was much higher in terms of cultivation level.
After a year of cultivation in the dream world, the spiritual energy in Wang Lin's body had increased by several times. The first layer of Qi Condensation was his limit. No matter how much he cultivated, his spiritual energy would not increase. So one night, he tried to open the second layer.
After a series of failures, his hard work paid off. He finally broke through the first layer of the Qi Condensation Stage and entered the second layer.
A large amount of black oil appeared in the pores of his body. After washing himself, Wang Lin looked at himself in the water. His eyes were bright like lightning. He looked different from before.
He rubbed his chin and thought to himself, "Right now, I only have the chant for the third level of Qi Condensation. If I ask Sun Dazhu for the rest of the chant and let him know that I've reached the second level of Qi Condensation, he will definitely ask me why. If I can't explain myself, then I might get into trouble."
After thinking for a long time, Wang Lin couldn't think of any good ideas. He couldn't help but frown.
Sighing, he practiced the Attraction Force Technique for a while. After more than a year in the dream world, he could already succeed nine out of ten times. Because of this, Wang Lin decided to increase the intensity of his training. He found a big rock in the Chore Department and used the Attraction Force Technique on it.
Time passed quickly and another month passed. Wang Lin's torment in the Chore Department caused the Honorary Disciples to complain. But now that it was winter, the sect began to prepare for the Inner Disciple Competition at the end of the year.
In addition, this year was also the Heng Yue Sect's once-in-a-decade Honorary Disciple Ranking Competition. The top three would be qualified to become an inner disciple. All of the Honorary Disciples were rubbing their fists and secretly making their own plans.
Thus, the matter regarding the Chore Department was delayed, and no one asked about it.
Wang Lin was quite disappointed with this. Wang Lin did not plan to participate in the inner disciple competition. If he had the time, he might as well enter the dreamland to cultivate.
On this day, the entire Heng Yue Sect was covered in snow. Snowflakes the size of goose feathers fell from the sky. From afar, it looked like they were wrapped in silver. It could be described as a thousand miles of ice and ten thousand miles of snow.
Wang Lin didn't cultivate. Instead, he stood quietly in the courtyard and willed the Gravity Arcane Art. It was as if there was an invisible hand waving around him. Snowflakes fell from his body, but not a single one landed on him.
He looked in the direction of the mountain village. In the past, at this time of the year, his parents would light up the stove at home.
He sat by the stove and read. His father was making wood carvings with his tools, and his mother was busy storing pickled vegetables.
Sometimes, when he was tired from reading, he would sit next to his father and watch him make wood carvings. When he was in a good mood, he would help out. The father and son were very happy.
In addition to this, Wang Lin also remembered that he hid some wooden tops under his bed. During the day, he would take them out to play on the ice with his neighbors.
Thinking about this, Wang Lin couldn't help but take a deep breath. Cultivators needed to cut off their worldly desires. These things were all obsessions that affected cultivation. Wang Lin closed his eyes. When he opened them again, they were clear. He knew that he couldn't cut off his worldly desires, so he buried them deep in his heart.
As he was thinking about this, his expression suddenly changed. He was now in the second layer of Qi Condensation and had developed an immortal instinct called divine sense. All of this was described in detail in the Three Volumes of Qi Condensation.
With a sweep of his divine sense, he sensed Wang Hao walking over. Not long after, the courtyard door was pushed open. Wang Hao was wearing a leather hat and coat. He looked at Wang Lin with surprise and said, "Brother Tiezhu, aren't you cold? Why are you standing outside wearing so little?"
"I calculated with my fingers that you would come to my place, so I endured the cold and came out to welcome you."
Wang Lin chuckled. He really didn't feel cold. Ever since he had reached the second layer of Qi Condensation, he could clearly feel that his body was much stronger than before.
Wang Hao laughed and walked in. He took off his hat and carefully looked at Wang Lin. He suddenly said, "Brother Tiezhu, why do I feel like you're different from a few months ago?"
Wang Lin joked, "Of course, I have reached the second layer of Qi Condensation. I can be considered an immortal!"
Wang Hao curled his lips and walked towards the room. He said, "Don't brag. Our talents are about the same. I have the help of the Spirit Gathering Pill, but I still haven't reached the first layer of Qi Condensation. You?
Forget it! "
Wang Lin didn't argue. He knew that sometimes if he told the truth, others wouldn't believe him. If he lied, it might even arouse suspicions.
After all, he didn't have much contact with Wang Hao, so his words were naturally guarded.
Wang Lin admitted that he couldn't be like old friends at first sight.
"Wang Hao, how come you have time to come here today? Is the alchemy room not busy?" Wang Lin returned to his room and poured a cup of hot water for Wang Hao.
Wang Hao took the cup, blew on it a few times, and took a sip. He smiled and said, "You haven't gone to the alchemy room to get anything these past few months. I left your share and came to deliver it to you today." With that, he took out a small package and placed it on the table.
Wang Lin revealed a smile that wasn't a smile. He didn't even look at the package and quietly waited for Wang Hao to continue. He didn't believe that Wang Hao would come to deliver something for no reason.
Wang Hao blushed and suddenly said, "Brother Tiezhu, I heard that you've been living well in the Chore Department these past few months?"
"Wang Hao, if you have something to say, just say it. If I can help, I'll definitely help!" Wang Lin poured himself a cup of water and took a sip.
Embarrassment flashed across Wang Hao's face. He moved closer and whispered mysteriously, "Brother Tiezhu, I already knew that you were a smart person. Tell me the truth, I know that you have a lot of Immortal Talismans for in-name disciples to visit relatives. Can you lend me some?"